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Why I Cried Over A Dream

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It was still fresh in my mind when I woke up that morning. It wasn’t a bad or sad dream. In fact, it was one of the sweetest dreams I’ve had in a while. I was sharing a chocolate ice-cream cone (that wasn’t why it was a sweet dream) with my father.

ODB: A Fly’s Reminder

When I first began working in the small office I now rent, the only inhabitants were a few mopey flies. Several of them had gone the way of all flesh, and their bodies littered the floor and windowsills. I disposed of all but one, which I left in plain sight.That fly carcass reminds me to live each day well. Death is an excellent reminder of life, and life is a gift. Solomon said, “Anyone wh

ODJ: a grim reminder

What are you reading?” a friend asked. “A fairy tale,” I replied. “Oh, I love fairy tales,” she said and leaned over to read the title of the story. “Ewww!” she said, “What a grim title.” I was reading “The Glass Coffin” in the book Grimms’ Fairy Tales. Apparently the word coffin turned her off.While most of

ODB: To Be Continued . . .

Growing up in the 1950s, I often attended the Saturday matinee at a local movie theater. Along with cartoons and a feature film, there was an adventure serial that always ended with the hero or heroine facing an impossible situation. There seemed to be no way out, but each episode concluded with the words “To Be Continued . . . ”The apostle Paul was no stranger to life-threatening situ

When Death Hits Us Hard

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Written By Jes Nuylan, Philippines Just a week ago, I received…

What Hope is There Six Feet Under?

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To be honest, death really scares me, though not in the same…

Mourning the Loss of a Great Leader

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Written By Yeo Jia En, Singapore “I cried a lot today,”…

It was like death had played a cruel prank

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For a week, I was glued to news updates on the status and stories of three ill-fated passenger airlines. My heart went out to the passengers who were killed and their grieving family members.

ODJ: alive

Her breathing laboured, her skin sallow, she is but a shadow of the vivacious woman whose laughter resonated around the room at family gatherings. Those who love her come and go, trying to capture one last visit, one last embrace. They wait and watch.

Death isn’t easy. Not for the one dying, nor for those standing by the bedside. Those who are dying are spiritual beings wrestling